"Great Scott, what a snow-storm!" "Now for some fun!" cried the Indian youth.

"Come on, Rod, if you want to be in it." He crawled through the window into the cavity he had made in the drift, and Rod followed.

Wabi waited, a mischievous smile on his face, and no sooner had his companion joined him than he plunged his shovel deep into the base of the drift.

Half a dozen quick thrusts and there tumbled down upon their heads a mass of light snow that for a few moments completely buried them.

The suddenness of it knocked Rod to his knees, where he floundered, gasped and made a vain effort to yell.